The Lost Dancer

Another Fresh Start

Monday morning (Still Nicole POV)

There I was in a peaceful world surrounded by my deepest dreams. My hopes of meeting my inspirations, my idols. How I longed for just one day to meet them even if it was just a hello. I stood there is a huge, elaborate hall. Running down the hall I opened large double doors to reveal a large room filled with elegance even with its lack of furniture. It was perfection, taking my breath away I walked into the studio in danceworks. There they were, just steps away. Almost in reach doing the most astonishing dance routine I have ever seen. I reached out to touch him, when suddenly all peace was disturbed as a loud beeping sound interrupted the peace. The room spun into a scene filled of swirling staircases. I was sprinting as if my life depending on it. I had to reach him when I tripped and fell over the banister into a long drop.

I woke up gasping for air, looking at my alarm clock. 7:00 am great. I forced myself up away from the strange, unfamiliar bed and wobbled sleepily into the bathroom where I showered, dressed and applied a touch of make up onto my sun-touched skin. I looked at the time and it was only 7:30 so with plenty of time to spare I decided to have a mini dance rehearsal.

During the warm up I was lured into the contagious beat of the music, allowing my body to freely move but my mind wondered into of flashbacks of the past. Time with my mother. I remembered being five when my mum first sent me to a dance class. I was amazed and instantly began to love the active freedom of dance being able to develop a personal style or mix in other style such as contemporary and street into one. She sat there watching me with a proud smile plastered over her petite face as she cheered me on. She was always there for me even when times where tough and I struggled to master a trick she would tell me to never give up.

She gave me the confidence I never had. Then she died. It broke me and turned me into a shy, quite mourning girl. It almost caused me to give up dance but I stayed strong for her to continue her legacy and make her proud, but deep down no matter how much barricaded emotion I could let go in dance I was still broken. Sometimes I wonder if I am beyond fixing...

I was drawn back into reality as my auntie screamed up the narrow stairwell "Nicole hurry up your already 10 minutes late and it's your first

day!"

By the tone of her voice I could tell this was gonna be a painful first day and a killer awkward car journey with her.